The Dreamer, by Julia Anne
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Every night as she lay in bed, waiting to fall asleep
Ashley dreamed of things that never could be, instead of
counting sheep.
She dreamt of fairies, of mermaids, and all other creatures
With magical features.
“Ashley, sweet child, wake up from those dreams.”
Her mother’s voice would seep through the seams
Of her magical dreams.
But Ashley didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to stop,
She wished that she could hop
Right into her fantasies. |
Posted: 2008-12-04 01:06:15 UTC |
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2008-12-18 16:56:20 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
hmm interestingly fantisyzing....and i seen your comments upon other pages and it seems you like a specific type of poem and i really recommend a poem i just wrote today called (What Must Be Done!!!)plz read it and leave a comment about what you think i honestly think youll like it.......nice poem... ;) |
2010-08-18 02:50:23 | Craney |
Sorry, but now you have to face that stupid reality again! |